#fabulation

The grammar genius has been eating cookies again and's has come up with this... Out in the middle of the ocean, a wave, just a little one and very pretty too, had just woken up and was having her morning

The law of attraction says that if you think about something enough and are in tune with it then it has to come to you, and as I'm a story teller here is my version of me being very rich... Last week I

It's early in the morning and I haven't woken up yet enough to boil the kettle any more, so I'm drinking tea and writing stories... Someone told me there were monkeys around to be sold for the poor to

I came here with the understanding that if I found you in it all that you would not let me down and just leave me in it. But would rescue me and take me home with you and sit me down and let me know how

Another day another dollar... The chippy chip shop chick was a real chip chick chicky girl and never went blue on Monday if she could help it; that was reserved for the privileged top seats. So she found

50 carbon copies fluttered in the wind of a huge fire that was spreading from the north. Maybe someone has set a miracle on fire and it’s got out of hand and turned a new leaf and then went for a swim

Well, you know, sometimes the night takes a turn in the fabulation... O.M.G. there will be no sleep tonight. Oh that dirty rotten Johnson, he put a stripper in my birthday cake and the party’s finished

Here is the shadow again being dogged by the left-handed midget in strawberry fields... The shadow, dressed-up as an old snake and in disguise as a gun-shot wound was making waves down 59th on fifth when

Here is the next part of my Zen series... The submarine had sprung a leak and all hands were called to attention. “Surface now,” growled Admiral Moriarty to anyone who would listen. Until this moment everyone

This is a poem even though it looks likes prose... Zen’s starry somnambulism and subconscious perceptions while on a neophron and being chased by rail-road accident confreres with wicked palpitations and

Time for a poem... To walk on the sun The shadow will be in the light The light will shine on you You will be absorbed And so will walk and walk And the river will be the falling On an ocean far away Days

Although I'm not superstitious mostly, there are time gone where I've seen things that I can't explain. This is a story that had me thinking about things that blew me away... Smoke permeates form a blue

This one fell out of time and left a note to never leave your shoes out in the rain where the wind can run away with them for when the brown polar bear comes you’ll find it harder to escape over the jagged

Man, I tell you, I’m not into cults anymore; I’ve been deprogrammed enough already. I hear you brother. Did I ever tell you I applied for a job on the railroad? No, I don’t believe I’ve heard that one.